Post by Miss Tactical on Jun 13, 2019 23:01:36 GMT
The black tom watched as cats yawned and crawled into their dens, the heat was certainly taking it’s toll on them. He flicked his ears as familiar pawsteps of Batstrike caught his attention, he dipped his head in greeting before turning towards the camp entrance. ”I have to get my lives now, I’m sure you can handle things just fine while I’m away.” The moon was nearly full, he would be leading MothClan to the gathering in a few days as their leader, not their deputy. The thought was oddly pleasing. As he walked the humming of beatles, and hooting of owls created a lulling sound something that made him feel peaceful as if nothing bad were lurking around the corners. He lifted his nose to the air noting a few other cats from other clans had been here recently. With narrowed eyes he mumbled a few words of displeasure before entering the cavern.
As the moon came over head, the stone sparkled and the black tom was awestruck, at a loss for words. ”So this is….the path to StarClan?” He looked towards the sky, and the stars seemed to sparkle as if they were calling him forward. The black tom, whom of which rarely showed fear, felt the fur on the back of his neck rise as he stepped forward. Chills running down his spine. ”I guess it’s time then.” With a sight the black tom stepped forward and pressed his nose into the stone, and icy cold feeling flooded his body, and before he knew it, he was awake once more in a vast field, a breeze tickled his black fur it was….nice.
He looked around as cats one by one began to approach him some faces familiar others not so much, lots of kits running around. He felt his heart thump towards his throat all these poor kits…some not even getting a chance, others nearly apprentices. He lowered himself and nosed one of their bellies, before they went squealing off to play with others. He chuckled slightly, and as he lifted his gaze they met a pair of soft green eyes. His own eyes softened as he rushed forward to touch noses with a familiar black and white MistClan queen. ”Mom…” In what seemed like forever the black tom felt like a kit again, pressing his nose into his mother’s black and white fur. ”You look wonderful!”
Splashfur’s own green eyes beamed before she purred in greeting. She took a step back looking at her son. ”Well look at you, my have you grown since you left home. Look at you a leader, you make your mother so proud!” She looked at the cats behind her and she nodded slowly. ”Brackenfall willingly gave up his nine lives, fortunately and unfortunately he still has one…thus StarClan is only permitted to give you 8 lives, not 9.” To see her son once more made the queen rather happy.
”This outline you see beside me is you, and as you can see it is partially filled. When you lose your 8 lives, your outline will be filled and you will be with StarClan, so treat every life like it is your last. Eveningblaze…my son it is time for you to receive the lives of StarClan” Splashfur stepped aside and sat near her son giving a nod to the first cat.
”Eveningblaze you may not remember but my name is Featherclaw, I am Stormwatchers mother please let her know I am proud. Eveningblaze with this life I give you motherly love, your clan is your family, your kin, use it to protect and love them just a mother would her kits.” Featherclaw stepped forward and pressed her nose into the toms forehead. The life was not an easy one the black tom let out a loud grunt as his back arched. With a coy smile, Featherclaw stepped aside and let the next cat step forward.
A golden tom with green eyes appeared with a large grin. ”Hey there! Long time no see how are the ladies in MothClan these days?” He chuckled slightly before puffing out his chest it was time to get serious. ”Eveningblaze with this life I give you pride. Be proud from where you come from, be proud for your clan, be proud of your future!” Lionstorm stepped forward touching his nose to Eveningblazes forehead. The life was rough at first, but it soon grew very hot before cooling down and soon the feeling was gone. Lionstorm looked into the crowd and nodded. ”Looks like you are next!” He mewed before stepping aside.
As the moon came over head, the stone sparkled and the black tom was awestruck, at a loss for words. ”So this is….the path to StarClan?” He looked towards the sky, and the stars seemed to sparkle as if they were calling him forward. The black tom, whom of which rarely showed fear, felt the fur on the back of his neck rise as he stepped forward. Chills running down his spine. ”I guess it’s time then.” With a sight the black tom stepped forward and pressed his nose into the stone, and icy cold feeling flooded his body, and before he knew it, he was awake once more in a vast field, a breeze tickled his black fur it was….nice.
He looked around as cats one by one began to approach him some faces familiar others not so much, lots of kits running around. He felt his heart thump towards his throat all these poor kits…some not even getting a chance, others nearly apprentices. He lowered himself and nosed one of their bellies, before they went squealing off to play with others. He chuckled slightly, and as he lifted his gaze they met a pair of soft green eyes. His own eyes softened as he rushed forward to touch noses with a familiar black and white MistClan queen. ”Mom…” In what seemed like forever the black tom felt like a kit again, pressing his nose into his mother’s black and white fur. ”You look wonderful!”
Splashfur’s own green eyes beamed before she purred in greeting. She took a step back looking at her son. ”Well look at you, my have you grown since you left home. Look at you a leader, you make your mother so proud!” She looked at the cats behind her and she nodded slowly. ”Brackenfall willingly gave up his nine lives, fortunately and unfortunately he still has one…thus StarClan is only permitted to give you 8 lives, not 9.” To see her son once more made the queen rather happy.
”This outline you see beside me is you, and as you can see it is partially filled. When you lose your 8 lives, your outline will be filled and you will be with StarClan, so treat every life like it is your last. Eveningblaze…my son it is time for you to receive the lives of StarClan” Splashfur stepped aside and sat near her son giving a nod to the first cat.
”Eveningblaze you may not remember but my name is Featherclaw, I am Stormwatchers mother please let her know I am proud. Eveningblaze with this life I give you motherly love, your clan is your family, your kin, use it to protect and love them just a mother would her kits.” Featherclaw stepped forward and pressed her nose into the toms forehead. The life was not an easy one the black tom let out a loud grunt as his back arched. With a coy smile, Featherclaw stepped aside and let the next cat step forward.
A golden tom with green eyes appeared with a large grin. ”Hey there! Long time no see how are the ladies in MothClan these days?” He chuckled slightly before puffing out his chest it was time to get serious. ”Eveningblaze with this life I give you pride. Be proud from where you come from, be proud for your clan, be proud of your future!” Lionstorm stepped forward touching his nose to Eveningblazes forehead. The life was rough at first, but it soon grew very hot before cooling down and soon the feeling was gone. Lionstorm looked into the crowd and nodded. ”Looks like you are next!” He mewed before stepping aside.